Only three of them working together had been defeated. Now that she was alone, how could she possibly stand against the Lotus Avatar? After dealing with the Three-Legged Scarlet-Eyed Monster and the Confucian Yang Scholar, he had turned his attention to her. There was no way she could withstand him by herself.
The Mourning Moon Ghost Lord's bone flute suddenly rose to a shrill pitch. Ghostly energy surged within the crescent moon behind her, and a skeletal phantom appeared. The ghostly energy emanating from it wrapped around the Mourning Moon Ghost Lord. In the blink of an eye, her body began to fade.
Whoosh! A sword streaked through the air like a rainbow, piercing the spot where the Mourning Moon Ghost Lord had just stood.
The next moment, the Mourning Moon Ghost Lord appeared amid a range of towering White Bone Ghost Mountains. She looked back, still shaken.
If she had not once been the consort of the Battle-Slaughter Ghost Lord, and if she were not inside the Thousand-Kill War Drum, her fate elsewhere would have been no better than the Nether Yang Scholar's or the Three-Legged Scarlet-Eyed Monster's.
If she had been even a fraction of a second slower, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
It was said that since the Grand Firmament Sword Lord had taken command of Sword Gate Pass, dozens of powerful ghosts had already fallen beneath his sword. After inheriting the Sacred Soul Sword Stele, he had become one of the strongest beneath the level of an Immortal Lord. His mastery of the sword had reached an inconceivable level. His reputation was well deserved.
The Mourning Moon Ghost Lord had just breathed a sigh of relief when a chill suddenly rose in her heart. It felt as though an immense terror had closed in around